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GLEANINGS 


FROM  THE 


GOLDEN  STATE 


'•  A  Queen  beside  the  Western  Sea 
Awaits  a  glorious  destiny  " 


ELVIRA    RASKINS    HOLLOWAY 


A  uthoi'  and  Publisher 


PRESS  OF 

H.  S.  CROCKER  COMPANY 
SAN  FRANCISCO 


COPYRIGHT,  BY  E  H.  HOLLOWAY, 

1893. 


RESPECTFULLY    DEDICATED 


OF  THE  GOLDEN  WEST,' 


BV 


AUTHOR. 


Pref. 


ace, 


"tN  the  pages  of  this  book,  as  the  title  indicates,  are  glimpses 
*•  of  the  beautiful  State  of  California  ;  glimpses  of  her  sub 
lime  and  picturesque  scenery  ;  of  her  majestic  mountains,  her 
noble  forests,  her  mighty  cataracts,  and  natural  wonders  of  the 
Yosemite  Valley ;  her  beautiful  lakes  that  gem  the  moun 
tains,  her  mines  of  virgin  gold,  her  grand  and  beautiful  rivers, 
her  magnificent  harbors,  her  wide-stretching  fertile  valleys, 
her  fruitful  vineyards  and  her  orange  groves  ;  her  vast 
domain  of  everything  lovely  in  Nature,  where  all  the  tints  of 
the  most  beautiful  skies  that  have  ever  been  are  seen  ;  the 
emeralds  of  all  the  seas,  glorified  with  the  silver  light  of 
celestial  stars  ;  the  glowing  purples  of  all  the  hills,  the 
exquisite  radiance  of  Orient  dawns,  the  magnificent  splendors 
of  golden  sunsets,  and  the  ten  thousand  rainbow  glories  of  the 
beautiful  flowers,  strewn  with  a  prodigal  hand  over  this  broad 
Empire  of  the  "  Golden  West  !  " 

ELVIRA   H.    HOLLOWAY. 


1'hanks, 


To  the  OVERLAND  MONTHLY,  the  OAKLAND  HOME 
INSURANCE  Co.,  and  others  who  generously 
assisted  the  writer  with  illustrations  for  this 
volume,  I  desire  in  this  public  manner  to 
express  my  earnest  thanks  and  grateful 
appreciation. 

Also  sincere  and  grateful   thanks  to  Miss 
BAKER  for  the   figurative,  artistic  design  of 

the  frontispiece. 

Very  sincerely, 

E.  H.  H. 


QUEEN    OF    THE    PACIFIC.1 


of  t\]e  pacific." 


A  Queen  beside  the  Western  Sea 
Awaits  a  glorious  destiny; 

Her  sandals  flecked  with  glistening  spray. 
From  white-caps  tossing  on  the  bay. 

Her  face  uplifted,  like  a  star, 
Gleaming  above  the  heights  afar  ; 

She  guards  the  commerce  of  the  sea, 
And  waits  her  glories  yet  to  be  ! 

Upon  her  brow  a  crown  of  gold 
That  sunset  rays  with  glory  rolled ; 

Her  purple  garments  trailing  o'er 
The  silver  sands  along  the  shore; 

Her  vesture  broidered  o'er  with  flowers 
From  nature's  lovely  fragrant  bowers, 

She  thus  in  proud  array  doth  wait, 
Enthroned  within  the  Golden  Gate. 

From  coffers  rich  at  her  command, 
Bestows  her  wealth  with  gracious  hand; 

Where  e'er  distress  is  hovering  nigh, 
Her  golden  eagles  quickly  fly! 

While  nations  far  and  near,   I  ween, 
Pay  tribute  to  Pacific's  Queen. 


galif, 


ornia. 


Amid  the  beauty  of  the  sunsets  beside  the  Western  sea, 

There  is  a  land  of  glorious  promise, — fair  California! 

Where,  with  majestic  grandeur  mountains  lift  their  summits  high, 

Unto  the  azure  realms  of  a  peerless,  sunlit  sky; 

And  purple  walled  they  stand  amid  the  sunset's  golden  glow, 

Looking  down  on  grand  old  forests  and  the  ocean  far  below. 

Looking  down  on  wave-like  hills,  sleeping  amid  the  dreamy  calm 

Of  the  beauteous  summer  time,  and  on  the  stately  palm, 

With  green  fronds  rustling  in  the  breeze  wafted  from  o'er  the  sea, 

With  balmy  breath  of  odors  sweet,  from  far  off  India  ;— 

While  Flora  smiles  with  wealth  of  bloom,  with  grace  and  beauty  rare, 

Crowning  the  hills  and  sunny  vales  with  garlands  fresh  and  fair. 

Her  silken  tresses  rivaling  the  sunbeam's  molten  glow, 
Wreathed  o'er  with  amaranths  that  bloom  near  mountains  veiled 

with  snow; 

With  lilies  of  the  valley  twined  with  roses  fair  and  sweet, 
And  purple  heather  blooms  from  Diablo' s  vine-clad  feet; 
Her  trailing  emerald  robe  with  meadow  daisies  starred ; — 
She  walks  in  sunshine  o'er  the  hills,  her  banner  crimson  barred. 

Looking  down  on  fertile  valleys,  over  fields  of  waving  grain, 
On  golden-fruited  orange  groves  that  skirt  her  vast  domain, 
On  orchards  with  their  scented  bloom,  and  on  the  thrifty  vines 
That  bear  rich  promise  of  the  yield  of  sparkling  ruby  wines, 
On  crystal  streams  that  flow  o'er  gleaming  golden  sand, 
On  singing  rills  and  fountains  that  rejoice  the  grateful  land, 


LICK    OBSERVATORY    ON    MOUNT    HAMILTON. 


"  Proud  Science  on  Mount  Hamilton  has  made  her  lofty  home, 
Searching  for  unknown  worlds  of  light  through  heaven's  jeweled  dome. 


Where  Pomona  walks  with  pride  at  the  harvest's  golden  prime, 
Bestowing  gracious  gifts  from  this  semi-tropic  clime  ; 
With  purple  clusters  of  the  vine,  and  orange  blossoms  fair, 
With  olives  green,  entwined  in  her  burnished  nut-brown  hair; 
Her  silken  banner  w7aving  through  fields  of  tasseled  corn, 
Festooned  with  garlands  flamed  with  the  orient  beams  of  morn. 

Among  the  rocky  battlements  are  gold  and  silver  mines, 

Where  the  pioneer  has  wrought  and  dreamed  beneath  the  swaying 

pines. 

Broad  rivers  from  the  canons  flowing  down  to  meet  the  sea, 
Bear  ships  and  barges  laden  with  the  fruits  of  industry. 
Within  these  haunts  Pan  trills  his  pipe  amid  the  insects'  hum, 
Where  the  pheasant  wakes  all  living  things,  at  daybreak  with  her 

drum. 

The  "Sierras"  guard  in  serried  ranks  the  eastern  gates  of  day, 
While  Mount  Diablo  guards  the  west,  three  hundred  miles  away  ! 
Proud  Science  on  Mount  Hamilton  has  made  her  lofty  home, 
Searching  for  unknown  worlds  of  light,  through  heaven's  jeweled 

dome. 

Mount  Tamalpais  watchful  stands  beside  the  Golden  Gate, 
And  grand  old  Shasta,  throned  and  crowned,   guards  all  the  vast 

estate ! 


MOUNT       SHASTA. 


Grand  old  Shasta,  throned  and  crowned, 
Guards  all  the  vast  estate  !  " 


el  P 

ount  (5)hasta  yAyter  a  @)torrr|. 


The  storm  has  passed,   and  swift  clouds  roll  by 
With  graceful  pennons  through  the  wind-swept  sky, 
Drifting  fair  and  clear  in  billowy  white, 
As  the  sun  shines  forth  with  mellow  light. 

Like  a  gallant  ship  that  outrides  the  storm, 
Shasta  towers  serene  with  majestic  form, 
Her  massive,  snow-crowned,  rock-heaved,  shining  crest 
Rising  high  above  the  ocean's  billowy  breast. 

Thus  grandly  sculptured  on  a  colossal  throne, 
Her  summit  tow'rs  above  the  forest's  verdant  zone, 
With  majesty  sublime  to  the  bending  skies,  — 
While  far  below  the  vale  of  summer  lies. 


Admission    of  (California 

TO  THE  UNION,  SEPTEMBER  9,  1850. 

Rejoice  ye  sisters  of  the  Stately  band, 

Who  meet  in  council  at  Columbia's  knee, 

There  cometh  one,  with  wealth  of  golden  land 
Washed  by  the  billows  of  the  sunset  sea. 

In  gala  dress  she  comes,  with  hair  of  gold 
That  veils  her  with  its  shining  tresses  o'er, 

Down  to  her  jeweled  feet  of  peerless  mold, 
With  sandals  wrought  as  Incas  were  of  yore. 

She  comes  with  gracious  manners  free  from  guile, 
Like  Sheba's  queen,   across  her  fertile  plains! 

With  loyal  heart  and  beaming,   genial  smile, 
Proffers  rich  gifts  of  ripened  fruits  and  grains. 

With  jeweled  fingers  proffers  her  red  wine 
That  all  may  drink  to  labor  and  success. 

Drink  to  the  brotherhood  of  all  mankind! 

To  love  that  wins  them,  and  to  deeds  that  bless. 


(golden    poppies. 

(THE   KSCHSCHOLTZIA.) 

Gay,  satin  blooms  of  lustrous  sheen 
Garland  the  hills  and  meadows  green ; 
And  dainty  bits  of  color  fling, 
As  in  the  breeze  they  nod  and  swing, 
Above  the  greensward  to  and  fro, 
While  fleeting  shadows  come  and  go. 

Wild  birds  and  bees  and  butterflies 
Sing  o'er  them  low,  sweet  lullabies, 
Sipping  the  raindrops  and  the  dew 
From  out  their  cups  of  golden  hue 
Lifted  upon  the  mountain  side, 
And  o'er  the  green  fields  stretching  wide. 

The  floral  emblem  of  the  State 
That  borders  on  the  Golden  Gate: 
Unfolding  in  the  gleaming  rays 
Of  sunshine,   crowning  all  the  days 
Of  summer's  mellow  atmosphere, 
A  bright-hued,  golden  pioneer. 


THREE    GRACES,"    YOSEMITE. 


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osemite   Valley 


A  beautiful  valley,  a  wonderful  land, 

That  Nature  has  fashioned  with  masterful  hand  ! 

With  sheer  massive  cliffs  forming  high  granite  walls. 

With  towering  domes  and  magnificent  falls  ! 

With  booming  cascades  that  in  swift  torrents  leap 

Over  high  battlements,   down  the  rocky  steep. 

Dashing  and  swirling,  tossing  glistening  spray 

Of  feathery  foam.     Lovely  fountains  at  play, 

Like  the  plumes  of  white  clouds  becalmed  in  the  sky, 

\\  hen  zephyrs  float  softly  on  noiseless  wings  by. 

There  are  beautiful  rocks  with  turrets  and  spires, 

That  are  bronzed  with  the  sunset's  smoldering  fires  ! 

And  the  river  Merced  with  calm  beauty  flows 

Through  green  groves  and  meadows,  where  shadows  repose 

In  the  waters  that  mirror  along  the  shore, 

With  picturesque  beauty  green  boughs  arching  o'er. 

There  the  robin's  clear  notes  of  sweet  minstrelsy 

Are  oft  heard  from  each  sylvan  bower  and  tree, 

From  the  odorous  pines  on  the  woodland  hills, 

And  in  fair,  shady  nooks  by  the  laughing  rills. 

Joined  in  mystic  union  the  Three  Brothers  stand, 

In  a  vast  mountain  building  that  Nature  planned; 

And  the  faithful  Guardsmen,  with  majestic  form, 

Keep  their  silent  watches  through  sunshine  and  storm, — 

Through  the  long  summer's  heat  and  the  winter's  snow, 

As  the  changing  seasons  ever  come  and  go. 

And  the  circling  years  pass  with  a  tireless  pace; 

The  lengthening  shadows  at  eventide  trace; 

The  diurnal  passing  of  Time  in  his  flight, 

With  the  radiant  sunsets,   on  wings  of  light 

The  Great  Architect  with  munificence  planned 
This  beautiful  temple,   majestic  and  grand! 
And  glorious  anthems  that  quicken  the  soul, 
Through  broad,  winding  aisles  with  sublime  music  roll 
To  the  high  arching  dome  among  lofty  towers, 
And  through  leafy  cloisters  fragrant  with  flowers, — 
Where  the  beauteous  wealth  of  the  passion  vine 
Around  glowing  altars  their  sweet  blossoms  twine, — 
While  the  faint  heard  chime  of  the  distant  cascade 
Tinkles  gently  afar  through  the  sylvan  glade. 


MIRROR    LAKE. 


JVj 


irror 


Nature's  beautiful  mirror!    When  evening  draws  near, 

In  thy  waters  her  radiant  glories  appear; 

On  thy  calm,  peerless  bosom  fair  Luna  reclines, 

And  the  bright,  starry  bridge  of  the   "milky  way"  shines 

With  silvery  rays  from  the  archway  of  heaven, 

And  a  glimpse  of  two  worlds  is  in  duplicate  given. 

The  calm  "Breath  Divine"  o'er  thy  still  waters  flowing, 
Is  borne  on  the  zephyrs  the  soft  winds  are  blowing ; 
And  the  crystal  wavelets  of  thy  glistening  rings 
Are  the  moving  circles  made  by  viewless  wings, 
When  the  spirits  of  Silence  and  Peace  hover  there, 
In  the  hush  of  the  noontime  of  night  in  the  air. 

As  the  silvery  stars  at  the  dawn's  early  gleam, 
From  a  clear,  stainless  sky  o'er  thy  blest  waters  beam, 
The  rock-ribbed  summits  of  lofty  mountains  are  seen 
Inverted  below  with  the  green  woods  between, 
Where  soft  zephyrs  woo  plumy  boughs  arching  o'er 
With  picturesque  beauty,  thy  bordering  shore. 

As  the  morning  light  dawns,  a  magnificent  scene 

Is  exquisitely  penciled  in  thy  crystal  sheen  ! 

And  the  great  golden  ball  flushing  orient  heights, 

Shoots  his  ambushed  arrows  gilt  with  burnished  lights, 

On  the  high  fronting  cliffs,  while  glowing  tints  and  shades 

Are  reflected  through  gorges  and  deep  everglades. 

A  beautiful  halo,   ineffably  bright, 
Transfigures  thy  heav'n-painted  canvas  with  light ! 
And  the  verdure-framed  picture  beheld  with  rapt  gaze, 
Is  aflame  with  the  splendor  of  dawn's  glowing  rays — 
An  exquisite  painting  that  Nature  has  wrought, 
Resplendent  with  beauty  the  sunlight  has  caught. 


EARLY    MORNING    AT    MOUNT    TAMALPAIS. 


ount 


malDcns, 


With  lofty  grandeur  Tamalpais 
Is  looking  down  from  high  estate, 
Over  the  broad  Pacific's  strand 
And  harbor  of  the  Golden  Gate. 

Upon  a  firm-built,   rocky  throne, 
With  triple  crowns  this  monarch  stands 
A  sturdy  bulwark  by  the  sea, 
Guarding  the  realm  of  fertile  lands. 

Holding  the  ocean   winds  at  bay 
That  lash  with  fury  all  the  main ! 
Lifting  its  beetling  front  to  heaven 
That  storms  may  never  reach  the  plain. 

There,  looking  down  from  cloud-wreathed  skies 
When  winds  are  blowing  wild  and  free, 
Fair  vales  in  tranquil  beauty  lie 
Nestled  within  the  sheltering  lee. 

When  waves  roll  high,  wit.h  surging  boom 
Bold  breakers  climb  its  rugged  breast, 
And  round  its  base  the  tides  make  moan 
While  balmy  vales  'neath  sunshine  rest. 

No  monarch  guards  a  lovelier  realm 
'Neath  brighter  skies  beyond  the  sea, 
Nor  zephyrs  whisper  sweeter  tones 
To  flowers  that  gem  the  verdant  lea. 

From  winding  paths  on  heights  sublime 
The  broad  horizon  meets  the  view, 
A  panorama  vast  and  grand 
Beneath  God's  canopy  of  blue. 


There  through  immensity  of  space 
A  vision  greets  the  wondering  gaze, 
That  thrills  the  soul  with  reverent  awe, 
And  moves  the  heart  with  fervent  praise. 

Three  centuries  of  time  have  passed 
Since  the  explorers  landed  here — 
Cabrillo,  and  Sir  Francis  Drake 
The  first  to  find  the  harbors  near. 

The  first  white  men  who  trod  the  sands 
Of  California's  wave-washed  shore! 
Who  dreamed  not  of  her  wealth  of  lands, 
Or  treasures  vast  of  golden  ore. 

And  looking  backward  o'er  the  years, 
To  me,  the  wondrous  changes  seem 
As  strange  as  those  by  fancies  wrought, 
In  Bellamy's  romantic  dream. 

For  lo,   the  commerce  of  the  world 
Finds  entrance  through  the  Golden  Gate ! 
And  Freedom's  star-eyed  priestess  guards 
The  helm  that  guides  the  "Ship  of  State. 

Far  in  the  west  ihe  sunset  skies 
Gleam  o'er  the  ocean's  wide  expanse, 
And  crimson  waves  of  sea  and  sky 
Do  meet  and  mingle  with  the  glance. 

In  Nature's  drama,  Tamalpais 
Acts  well  a  generous,  noble  part, 
Teaching  that  greatness  is  endowed 
With  gracious  kindliness  of  heart. 


point    l\eves    Tiarbor. 
*        @/ 

Three  hundred  circling  years  have  passed 
Since  first  a  Saxon  crossed  the  sea, 

And  anchored  safely  at  Point  Reyes, 
Within  the  harbor's  sheltered  lea. 

A  hero  from  Great  Britain's  Isle, — 
A  valiant  man  of  noble  birth, 

Who  in  the  good  ship  Golden  Hind 
"Did  plow  a  furrow  round  the  earth." 

Sir  Francis  Drake,  who  trod  the  sands 
Of  California's  wave-washed  shore  ; 

Who  knew  not  of  the  fertile  lands, 
Or  bounteous  wealth  of  golden  ore. 

Who  sailed  away  and  knew  not  of 
The  harbor  of  the  Golden  Gate; 

Nor  dreamed  he  of  the  future  fame, 
Or  wealth,  or  grandeur  of  the  State. 


u  I  /7  m       M 

Li-one    cypress     1  ree. 

(NEAR  MONTEREY.) 

On  a  rock  in.  the  ocean  the  lone  cypress  stands, 
Like  the  mountain  that  rises  amid  arid  sands ; 
Like  the  fountain  that  flows  with  clear,  singing  rill, 
From  the  bare  rock  that  gleams  on  the  crest  of  the  hill  ; 
Like  the  stream  that  burst  forth  in  the  desolate  wild, 
Where  sad  Hagar  roamed  with  her  innocent  child. 

Like  the  love  that  survives  neglect's  blighting  power, 

Like  the  friendship  that  lives  through  misfortune's  dark  hour 

Like  the  hopes  that  are  born  of  the  waves  of  despair, 

That  green  cypress  tree  is  a  harbinger  fair  ! 

Like  an  anchor  it  rests  on  the  rock  in  the  sea, 

While  the  winds  breathe  around  it  their  wild  symphony. 


VIEW    OF    MARKET    STREET,    SAN    FRANCISCO,     SHOWING    TWIN    PEAKS 
IN    THE    DISTANCE. 


"  And  glowing  clouds  the  '  Twin  Peaks  '  kiss 
When  falls  the  curtain  of  the  night." 


JiTi     -  JIT.   .     HD    i    ?>    P   y,   R\  i 
1  he      I  Win  [&eaks     oj  JV|t.  [Dolores. 

(SAN  FKANCISCO.) 

The  mountain,   with  its  verdant  peaks, 
Stands  sentry  near  the  ocean  shore  ; 

Guarding  the  vale  where  roses  creep 
With  clustering  vines  the  lattice  o'er. 

The  feathery  palm  with  beauty  grows 
Among  the  roses  sweet  and  fair, 

And  lovely  calla  lilies  bloom, 

With  fragrance  in  the  balmy  air. 

By  fresh 'ning  breeze  from  o'er  the  sea 
The  plumy  palms  are  gently  fanned, 

When  white-capped  waves,  with  wanton  glee, 
Toss  foam-wreathed  spray  along  the  strand. 

At  sunset's  hour,   bright  golden  rays 
Illumine  vale  and  mountain  height ; 

And  glowing  clouds  the  "Twin  Peaks"  kiss, 
When  falls  the  curtain  of  the  night. 

The  watching  stars  are  peeping  through 

With  twinkling  smiles,   that  seem  to  say, 
"  We  saw  the  blushing  clouds  that  passed 
Kiss  verdant  hills,  then  float  away." 


(5)  uq  beam's    Wooing. 


The  sunbeam  followed  the  moonbeam 
Through  meadow,  vale  and  glen, 

Into  the  darkling  forest, 

Far  from  the  haunts  of  men. 

The  pale  and  trembling  moonbeam 
Stole  into  the  dense  green  shade, 

And  through  dim  aisles  and  cloisters 
With  wavering  glances  strayed. 

The  sunbeam  softly  followed 
Into  a  vine-wreathed  bower, 

Where  the  moonbeam's  quivering  glances 
Fell  in  a  silver  shower. 

The  sunbeam  caught  the  glances, 
And  clasped  in  a  warm  embrace 

The  lovely  trembling  moonbeam, 
As  she  hid  her  shy,  pale  face. 


JV|issior|    l|)olor 


A  quaint  adobe  structure,  built 

With  an  arched  door  of  ancient  style  ; 

Tiled  roof,  and  windows  small  and  high— 
A  rude,  but  reminiscent  pile. 

High  in  the  storied  arches  rang 

With  vesper  chimes,  the  ' '  Mission  bells  ; ' 
And  of  the  years,  a  century 

Of  silver  tones,  the  record  tells  ! 

A  marble  tablet  bears  the  name 
Of  one  who  near  the  ocean  sleeps, 

The  founder  of  this  ancient  church, 

O'er  which  the  green-leaved  ivy  creeps. 

Now  silence  reigns  within  the  walls, 
Where  voices  chanted  music  sweet  ; 

But  Mount  Dolores  guards  alway 
This  antique  temple  at  her  feet. 


GOLDEN    GATE    PARK. 


There  in  profusion  lovely  flowers 
With  fragrance  scent  the  ambient  air 


(Bolder)    (gate    park, 

Where  sand  dunes  piled  beside  the  sea, 
Drifted  by  winds  and  ebbing  tide, 

A  lovely  park  now  meets  the  view, 
That  is  the  city's  boast  and  pride. 

There  in  profusion  lovely  flowers 

With  fragrance  scent  the  ambient  air, 

And  rare  exotics  breathe  perfume 

In  bowers  wreathed  with  garlands  fair. 

O'er  feathery  ferns  and  plumy  palms, 
Bright  fountains  in  the  sunshine  play  ; 

And  mosses  cling  round  tropic  vines, 
Beneath  the  iris  tinted  spray. 

And  sculptured  statues  grace  the  scene, 
Wrought  b}^  the  artist's  skillful  hand 

In  memory  of  our  honored  dead — 
Brave  heroes  of  this  chosen  land. 

One  is  the  likeness  of  a  bard, 

Francis  Scott  Key,  the  poet's  name  ; 

Our  starry  banner  was  the  theme 
That  won  for  him  immortal  fame. 

Another  bears  the  honored  name 

Of  one  who  was  our  country's  pride  ; 

From  duty's  path  he  never  swerved — 
The  Nation  wept  when  Garfield  died. 


CLIFF    HOUSE    AND    SEAL    ROCKS. 


1  We  stood  on  the  heights  in  the  gloaming, 
Gazing  out  o'er  the  restless  sea." 


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We  stood  on  the  heights  in  the  gloaming, 

Gazing  out  o'er  the  restless  sea ; 
'  Oh,   what  are  the  wild  waves  saying?" 
A  laughing  voice  whispered  to  me. 

'  My  dear,  if  you  listen  attentive, 

You  can  hear  what  the  ocean  waves  say, 
As  they  break  on  the  shore  with  low  murmur, 
Or  dance  lightly  in  sportive  play." 

The  fair,  glowing  face  was  a  picture, 

As  she  watched,   with  eyes  opened  wide, 

The  white-capped  waves  that  were  dancing 
In  the  arms  of  the  ocean  tide. 

'  I  can  hear  what  the  waves  are  saying, 
As  they  bound  o'er  the  waters  free  ; 
They  bear  from  the  mystic  islands 
A  sweet  message  of  hope  to  me." 


MOUNT    DIABLO. 


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The  cool,  salt  air  blew  o'er  their  faces, 

As  hand  in  hand  they  stood  on  the  height  ; 

Before  them  the  throbbing  waste  of  waters, 
And  sunset  sky  of  crimson  light. 

A  white  sail  gleams  in  the  far  horizon, 
Where  flaming  sky  and  ocean  meet  ; 

Along  the  shore  white  waves  are  breaking 
Against  the  rocks  beneath  their  feet. 

The  crimson  waves  of  sunset  glory 

Are  fading  over  sea  and  land  ; 
The  last  bright  rays  the  waves  are  kissing, 

The  waves  return  and  kiss  the  strand. 

Is  it  a  dream   that  I  remember, 

Those  two,   alone,   in  the  waning  light  ? 

The  ocean  waves  and  sunset  splendor, 
Or  gleaming  sails  of  the  ship  in  sight? 


'  CROSSING    THE    BAV 


(grossing  the  h)ay  of  &at}  prancisco, 

(NOVEMBER    II,    1890) 

Small  boats  are  gliding  o'er  the  bay, 
And  ships  are  sailing  out  to  sea  ; 

One  with  broad  sails,  like  drifted  snow, 
Is  bound  for  far-off  India. 

The  wavelets  dance  with  rippling  glee 
To  meet  the  sun's  bright  glancing  ray, 

And  sea  gulls  whirl  and  circling  skim 
The.  gleaming  surface  of  the  bay. 

The  coast  range  in  the  distance  lies, 

With  outline  of  celestial  blue  ; 
And  Fort  Point,  with  its  arsenal 

Of  mounted  guns,  recedes  from  view. 

And  out  beyond  the  Oakland  pier, 

The  vernal  hills  among, 
Are  tall  church  spires  that  heavenward  point. 

Where  golden  clouds  are  hung. 


OAKLAND    HOMEllNSURANCEjcO.     BUILDING. 


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/IEW    OF    OAKLAND. 


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From  Oakland's  vernal,   wave-like  hills, 
Comes  the  breath  of  summer  flowers  ; 

Where  sunbeams  with  the  shadows  play, 
Through  the  fleeting,   golden  hours. 

The  dreamy  hills  are  sloping  down, 

To  meet  the  green  fields  stretching  wide. 

Through  glades  of  oak,    round  curving  roads, 
Wind  crystal  streams  with  silver  tide. 

The  coast  range  girdles  field  and  plain 

Outlined  along  the  far  confines  ; 
Upon  their  rugged,  craggy  slopes, 

Soft  breezes  woo  the  dusky  pines. 

The  sun  drops  down,   a  golden  crown, 

Upon  the  waters  of  the  bay  ; 
Then  slowly  sinks  in  crimson  skies, 

As  twilight  dons  her  mantle  gray. 

The  cool,  salt  breeze  from  o'er  the  sea, 
Wafts  echoes  from  the  signal  gun  ; 

Now  swallows  to  their  nestlings  fly, 
And  daily  tasks  of  toil  are  done. 


LAKE    MERRITT. 


"  Nestled  among  the  dreamy  hills 
The  quiet  waters  slumb'rouslie." 


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Nestled  among  the  dreamy  hills 

The  quiet  waters  slumb'rous  lie, 
With  sunbeams  flashing  o'er  the  brim, 

From  out  the  sapphire-tinted  sky. 

The  vernal  hills,  from  grassy  slopes, 

Reach  down  to  where  the  wavelets  leap 

To  meet  the  light  winds  as  they  pass, 

And  through  the  rustling  hedge  rows  creep. 

White  sail  boats,  with  broad  canvas  spread, 

Over  the  gleaming  surface  skim 
Like  white  plumed  birds,  with  graceful  sweep, 

Circling  around  the  silver  rim. 

The  wanton  breeze  ripples  the  leaves 
Of  stately  oaks,   that  skirt  the  shore  ; 

And  wild  birds  to  their  nestlings  sing, 
High  in  the  branches  leaning  o'er. 


JNSET    AT    LAKE    TAHOE. 


'  And  burnished  rays  with  splendor  crown 
L,ake  Tahoe  as  the  sun  goes  down. 


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With  twinkling  light  the  vesper  star 

Shone  in  the  horizon,  afar  ; 

And  glowing  rays  of  mellow  light 

Were  streaming  o'er  the  mountain  height. 


The  burnished  arrows,  darting  through 
The  lofty  pines  of  emerald  hue, 
Illumine  dusky  aisles  that  glow, 
Mirrored  within  the  lake  below. 


And,  as  fair  evening  nearer  came, 
She  threw  her  amber  robe  of  flame 
O'er  all  she  passed,  till  shore  and  height 
Were  radiant  with  the  crimson  light. 


Now  golden  arrows  flash  and  gleam, 
And  o'er  the  crystal  waters  seem 
To  shine  with  a  resplendent  crown 
Of  brightness,  as  the  sun  goes  down. 


Across  the  west,  with  gleaming  hand 
She  stretched  a  flaming  purple  band  ; 
And  all  the  glittering  sand  stained  o'er 
With  rainbow  hues  along  the  shore. 


Kre  shadows  make  the  twilight  dim, 
Close  to  the  water's  azure  rim 
There  leaps  a  line  of  smoldering  fire, 
That  gleams  like  a  cathedral  spire. 


The  bordering  hills  and  mountains  glow 
With  brilliant  hues,  that  flash  below7  ; 
Their  shaggy  slopes,  from  tow' ring  height, 
Transfigured  with  the  golden  light. 


Methinks  I  hear  the  vesper's  chime, 
And  see  the  altar's  votive  shrine  ; 
Then  twilight  kneels  devoutly  there, 
And  night  ascends  day's  golden  stair. 


She  flings  her  mantle,  gemmed  with  stars, 
Across  the  sunset's  crimson  bars  ; 
And  burnished  rays  with  splendor  crown 
Lake  Tahoe  as  the  sun  goes  down. 


pollen    Leaf   Lake. 


A  lovely  emerald  lake,   that  nature's  fairest  mood 
With  sylvan  beauty  framed,  by  mountain,  rock  and  wood  ; 
Where  happy  song  birds  chant  their  joyous,   tuneful  lay, 
And  softly  calls  the  wood  dove  in  the  twilight  gray, 
When  gentle  zephyrs  fan  the  mountain's  rugged  brow, 
And  whisper  through  the  pine  tree's  verdant,  rhythmic  bough. 


Lj'ottcTs    fountain. 

(MARKET  ST.,  SAN  FRANCISCO.) 

The  ancient  story  runs  that  once  a  man 
Who  found  a  spring  within  a  desert  bare, 
Scooped  out  a  well,  and  walled  it  in  with  care. 

And  then,  in  furtherance  of  his  kindly  plan, 
A  ladle  wrought,   and  hung  it  on  the  brink, 
That  from  this  well  the  thirsty  traveler  might  drink. 

Thus,   in  our  time,   a  woman's  thoughtful  brain 
Conceived  a  kindly,  generous  deed,  to  bless 
The  passer-by,   who  with  the  throng  might  press 

Along  the  dusty  street,   intent  to  drain 
The  cup  at  Lotta's  fountain,  flowing  free 
To  all  who  thirst  within  its  boundary. 

And  oft  beneath  the  noontide's  glaring  ray 
The  passing  stranger  pauses  there,  to  scan 
The  handiwork  of  this  most  gracious  plan 

To  cheer  the  toiler  on  his  weary  way  ; 

Meanwhile  ascends  a  grateful  blessing  there 

For  L,otta's  generous  gift  on  the  city's  thoroughfare. 


UNIVERSITY    OF    CALIFORNIA. 


DEDICATED   TO 


I  he   JNjatiVe    g)ons    and    l|)auqhters 


OR     THE     GOLDEUNJ      WEST. 

Iii  days  of  yore,  the  Indian  roamed 
With  savage  instinct,  fierce  and  wild, 
Through  dense,  vast,  sunless  forests,  where, 
Amid  the  tangled,  steep  defile 
Of  mountain  pass,  the  grizzly  bear 
Was  hunted  in  his  secret  lair. 

Now,  from  the  mountains  to  the  sea, 
The  sturdy  pioneer  has  made 
A  garden  of  this  wilderness  ; 
Admitting  to  the  gloomy  shade 
And  fertile  soil  the  sun's  caress, 
Robing  the  earth  with  loveliness. 

The  mellow  sun  and  balmy  air 
Ripens  the  fruits  o'er  hill  and  plain  ; 
Flaming  with  ruddy  glow  the  vines, 
Tinging  with  gold  the  waving  grain  ; 
While  in  the  depth  of  secret  mines 
With  wealth  of  ore,  the  nugget  shines. 

With  lightning  chained  to  progress'  car, 
Across  the  prairies  heralds  fly  ; 
The  iron  horse  plows  through  the  dome 
Of  tunneled  mountains,  grand  and  high; 
And  with  swift  speed  the  coursers  roam, 
While  reapers  gather  harvests  home. 

With  grateful  pride  and  fealty, 
The  native  sons  and  daughters  wear, 
As  an  emblem  of  the  "  Golden  West," 
A  nugget,  which  the  grizzly  bear 
Hugs  close  to  his  broad,  shaggy  breast 
As  California's  proud  crest ! 


I  he    pioneers   of  California. 


From  o'er  the  seas,  brave  argonauts  and  bold 

Sailed  through  the  burnished  highway  of  the  State, 

In  search  of  treasures  deep  in  mines  of  gold, 
With  varied  plans,  and  hearts  with  hope  elate. 

And  others  "crossed  the  plains,"  o'er  arid  sands, 

To  reach  the  Eldorado  of  the  West ! 
Encountered  savage  foes  in  hostile  bands, 

And  braved  the  mountain  pass  and  rocky  crest. 

In  deep  ravines,  and  leaping,  singing  rills, 
The  river's  bed,  and  on  the  winding  shore, 

The  miner  wrought  and  tunneled  through  the  hills, 
Then  freely  gave  from  out  his  golden  store. 

The  farmer  tilled  the  soil  with  frugal  hand, 

Where  late  had  roamed  the  bison  and  the  deer  ; 

And  reaped  as  he  had  sown — a  harvest  grand 
His  faithful  toil  rewarding,  year  by  year. 

Now  Ceres  guards,  through  autumn's  mellow  prime, 
The  hills  and  valleys  of  this  fruitful  land  ; 

From  bounteous  stores  of  corn,  and  oil,  and  wine, 
Pours  out  full  measure  with  unstinted  hand. 

And  from  the  mountains  to  the  sundown  sea, 
Minerva's  temples  rise  with  lofty  dome  ; 

Her  halls  of  science,  art  and  learning  free, 
To  all  who  seek  in  this  fair  land  a  home. 

A  heritage  of  grand  and  noble  deeds 
Wrought  by  the  bold,  intrepid  pioneer, 

Who  wisely  planned  and  built  for  future  needs- — 
The  argonauts  whose  memory  we  revere. 


DESCRIPTIVE   NOTES. 

Yosemite. — The  Yosemite  Valley  is  a  cleft  or  gorge  in  the  granite  peak  of  the  Sierra  Nevada, 
situated  in  Mariposa  County,  California,  150  miles  nearly  due  east  from  San  Francisco. 

The  name  Yosemite  signifies  "full-grown  grizzly  bear."  The  floor  of  the  Valley,  from  Mirror 
Lake  to  El  Capitan,  ranging  from  half  a  mile  to  a  mile  in  width,  is  level  and  charmingly  wooded,  with 
stretches  of  meadow  lands,  and  knolls  of  oak  and  maple.  Through  the  center  of  this  park,  with  many 
an  eddying  curve,  runs  the  Merced  River,  a  clean,  pebble-banked  stream,  where  cloud  shadows  from 
off  the  high  domes  love  to  linger. 

The  Valley  is  seven  miles  long  and  a  mile  in  height.  Cloud's  Rest  is  10,000  feet  in  height  ;  the 
North  Dome,  7,568  feet  ;  Kl  Capitan,  7,300  feet  ;  Cathedral  Rocks,  6,660  feet  ;  Three  Brothers,  7,830 
feet  ;  Yosemite  Falls,  2,700  feet  ;  Bridal  Veil  Fall,  900  feet  ;  Vernal  Fall,  475  feet. 

Tamalpais. — Looking  northward  from  Telegraph  Hill  across  the  bay  of  San  Francisco,  Mt. 
Tamalpais  is  seen  standing  with  bold  front  outlined  against  the  blue  sky,  a  majestic  bulwark  by  the 
sea,  rising  2,700  feet  distinct  and  clear  above  the  water.  Its  profile,  which  forms  the  sleeping  beauty 
Elaine,  extends  along  the  entire  coast  of  Marin  County.  This  mountain  sheltered  the  explorers 
Cabrillo  and  Sir  Francis  Drake,  the  first  white  men  to  approach  the  Golden  Gate.  Drake  was  the 
first  Saxon  to  visit  the  shores  of  California.  June  17,  1579,  he  sought  shelter  at  Point  Reyes  Harbor, 
where  he  tarried  thirty-six  days,  repairing  and  refitting  his  ship  the  Golden  Hind,  in  which  he  sailed 
round  the  earth.  Cabrillo  landed  in  the  same  harbor  in  the  year  1542. 

Lake  Tahoe. — Tahoe  is  the  grandest  of  all  the  Sierra  Lakes,  lying  partly  in  California  and 
partly  in  Nevada.  It  is  twenty-five  miles  in  length,  and  in  some  places  is  from  twelve  to  fifteen  miles 
in  width.  It  has  a  depth  of  1,700  feet,  an  altitude  of  6,220  feet,  and  is  surrounded  by  mountains,  which 
tower  above  the  lake  from  2,000  to  nearly  5,000  feet.  The  water  is  clear  as  crystal.  There  is  grandeur 
and  enchantment  at  all  times  in  the  scenery  which  environs  the  lake.  The  summer  sunsets  upon 
Tahoe  are  remarkable  for  their  great  beauty  and  wealth  of  coloring,  that  no  artist  can  paint. 

Mirror  Lake  is  a  beautiful  sheet  of  water,  clear  as  crystal,  at  the  foot  of  North  Dome  in  the 
Yosemite  Valley.  It  is  the  most  beautiful  lake  in  the  world,  and  the  environments  are  picturesque 
and  sublime. 

Mission  Dolores. — This  Chapel  was  dedicated  November  9,  1776,  by  Father  Junipero  Serra, 
amid  the  firing  of  guns.  While  the  Chapel  was  being  built,  a  bell  was  brought  from  Mexico  that  had 
been  cast  in  Mendoza,  Spain,  of  gold  and  silver,  in  the  year  1192. 

The  morning  of  November  9,  j  ust  a  few  months  after  the  Independence  bell  rang  out  its  glad 
tidings  of  liberty,  this  bell  rang  out  in  clear,  resonant  silver  tones,  rejoicing-  the  hearts  of  the  soldiers, 
who  recalled  the  scenes  of  old  Spain  and  Mexico. 

In  1802,  two  silver  bells  that  were  molded  in  1797  were  suspended,  one  on  the  right,  and  the  other 
on  the  left  of  the  smaller  bell  already  placed  on  the  day  of  the  dedication.  The  interior  of  the  Chapel 
is  simple  but  interesting.  The  altar  is  modern.  The  statues  are  of  adobe,  but  the  gilding  and  painting 
are  modern. 

Sierra  Nevada  Mountains. — According  to  the  State  Geological  Survey,  there  is  an  area  of 
about  200  square  miles  in  this  section  that  has  an  elevation  of  about  8,000  feet,  with  over  100  peaks 
that  rise  above  10,000  feet,  a  score  reaching  12,500  feet,  and  several  over  14,000  feet.  On  the  western 
slope  of  the  High  Sierra  region,  nature  seems  to  have  clustered  the  greatest  of  her  California  scenic 
wonders— scenery  both  grand  and  varied,  solitary  and  magnificent,  including  the  Yosemite  and  the 
Sequoia.  Scattered  along  from  Tehachapi  to  Tahoe  are  ice-carved  canons,  glaciers,  time-eroded  crags, 
frost-riven  pinnacles,  spires  of  granite  and  cliffs  of  basalt,  beds  of  lava,  sounding  waterfalls  and  silent 
lakes,  grand  pine  palisades,  and  beetling  cliffs.  There  are  beautiful  streams  in  almost  every  square 
mile  of  its  area,  culminating  in  the  mighty  rivers  of  the  San  Joaquin  and  the  Sacramento. 

Lake  Tahoe  is  the  bright  particular  gem  of  the  Sierra. 

Mount  Shasta.— Shasta  is  the  crowning  glory  of  the  north,  and  from  all  sides  is  overpowering  in 
its  grandeur.  Half  its  slopes  are  of  evergreen  and  half  of  snow,  and  is  the  grand,  towering  landmark 
of  the  Sierras  in  the  north,  and  has  no  rival  within  a  radius  of  fifty  miles.  It  is  14,440  feet  in  height. 


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